I am tired, I am wearyI could sleep for a thousand yearsA thousand dreams that would awake meDifferent colours made of tearsKiss the boot of shiny, shiny leatherShiny leather in the dark

Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await youStrike, dear mistress, and cure his heartSeverin, Severin, speak so slightlySeverin, down on your bended kneeTaste the whip, in love not given lightlyTaste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am wearyI could sleep for a thousand yearsA thousand dreams that would awake meDifferent colours made of tearsShiny, shiny, shiny boots of leatherWhiplash girl child in the dark